THE COMING OF SPRING 2Q 



tree largely to themselves. Yellow Adder's-tongue 

 also has a distinctive leaf and growth; but when 

 one tries to separate at a distance the golden mazes 

 of Buttercups, Dandelions, Squaw and Rattlesnake 

 weeds, and the low-growing Star Grass from Yel- 

 low Oxalis, intuition must piece out knowledge. 



It is a far easier task for the novice to name 

 the flower in the hand than the flower in the land- 

 scape. The first requires attention to detail alone, 

 the second the comprehensiveness, the impression- 

 ability of art. 



Patient Nell at last became restless, the treach- 

 erous ribbed roadbed that had forced me to lead the 

 way disappeared altogether, and the track became 

 an endless puddle. I did not complain, however, 

 because at this juncture I found the first hyla; or 

 rather the little peeping frog, surnamed Pickering, 

 discovered me by landing on my knee in the course 

 of a miscalculated leap. I held him in my hand for 

 a moment, looking with something akin to awe at 

 the throbbings of the almost transparent body, 

 whose penetrating voice is the first assurance of 

 the coming of Spring. 



Once again upon the windswept highway, the 

 signs of growth lessened. In a few moist spots the 



